Thursday Read Write Poem

EKSwitaj — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:27:29 +0000

Rite of Recall

in the fairy grove my hand is warmed
by Martyn’s we’re always
meeting at a conference on vampires
where emergency fire doors hold in coffee’s
bitter scent, tea steam, and a very nice bean salad

we’re always walking
through Central Park at dusk
smelling roses & pansies
of the Shakespeare Garden
we didn’t find that time

and I bring him to the top of Fuji
where we shiver into each other until light
and I bring him to the top of Tai Shan
to show him that red sky I remember
deserving its reputation and its hundreds
who climb or take the ropeway

his hand like crinkling leaves
filters out the horrors, yes horrors
there’s nothing else to call it
when a man you loved has raped you
when strangers hold a knife
against your soft belly for cash

under the hawthorn we’re building
words for Francis Bacon & Edward Hopper
we’re building a home on the edge of loneliness
left since we’re together
to the ashy snow

written in response to read write prompt #91

Francis Bacon at the Metropolitan Museum of Art (artsjournal.com)
Google Books Is Trying To Get People To Read By Tweeting Out Literary Quotes (techcrunch.com)

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